The official residence of the lion.

It is said to be an official residence, that is, a larger room, a three-story small mansion, which is equivalent to some rural self-built houses in China, and it is not even compared, and there are bullet holes in the dilapidated walls, but this is already the best house around, and it stands out among the civilian areas, except for the temple not far away, it is also a landmark building.

"What? Caldi, the bayonets are all dead? That Asian still has tanks? The lion sat up from his bed in shock, and looked at his bloodied men in shock.

"Yes, my lord, there are a lot of tanks on the other side, and there are armored vehicles, all machine guns, all dead, all dead, all dead!" The little black leader was so frightened that he babbled nonsense, knelt on the ground, and gestured with his hands.

"Tell me the point, how many people are on the other side, how many weapons and equipment!" The male lion kicked the black man while getting dressed.

"I don't know, there are so many of them, so many tanks!" The black people didn't know how many people there were, they were only concerned about running for their lives at that time, where could they still care, how many people were there, and they kept kowtowing.

"Useless guy!" The lion kicked on him, snorted coldly, took his big brother out, called someone, and after thinking for a while, he was ready to talk to Farah on the phone, he needed the support of the biggest warlord in Somalia.

"Damn, you stained my house!" Seeing that his subordinate suddenly urinated, he immediately picked up his pistol and shot his head out, and several bodyguards immediately rushed in from the door: "Sir, is something wrong?" ”

"Drag him out and wash the house!" With that, he put on a coat for himself and dialed Farah's phone.

"Hello, little lion, it's seven o'clock in the evening, I'm eating, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I think tomorrow you'll know what a horrible thing it is to disturb me eating!"

Although the male lion is nicknamed the lion, but in front of Farah, he is really a good meow, not a mighty and majestic lion on the grassland at all, hearing the threat, he still lowered his voice in a harmonious voice: "Mr. Farah, I have a little accident here, an Asian has set up a mine here with me, but he has a tank, he has just routed my army, I need your help!" ”

"Oh, has your army been routed? Don't you have a tank corps? Could it be that you have more tanks than you? ”

"Mr. Farah, my tank has now become an ornament because of the lack of shells, I hope you can help me, for this I can pay some price, in the future, I and my subordinates, unconditionally agree to you to unify Somalia and become the president of Somalia!"

Hearing this, Farah's mood improved, this is Farah's heart knot, Farah has always wanted to make Somalia a strong country, but this country is too chaotic, there are too many large and small political parties, and there are all kinds of warlords, large and small are very complicated, you have me, I have you, even if he is the biggest warlord now, but still can not unify Somalia! And there are many forces among his warlords! ”

Although Farah is nominally very powerful and is the most powerful person in Somalia, there are still doubts about the strength of his real control, and he is still very satisfied that he can have a force to support him, and he allows Mogadishu to have various forces in order to balance it, and does not want to be a target.

"What do you need me to do?"

"I need the support of men and equipment, and I want to kill those people and tell them that Somalia is our world, not where they white and Asian people should be!"

"Oh, yes, but I think you'll need to pay a sum of money, and I bought my equipment, so someone needs to bear the cost of attrition!"

The lion gritted his teeth: "Yes, I am willing to pay 100,000 US dollars!" ”

"Too little!"

"Two hundred thousand dollars!"

When the male lion said this number, his voice trembled a little, this is the most price he can offer, although he is a warlord who is not big or small, but this place in Somalia is too poor, 200,000 dollars, he will feel pain when he takes it out at one time.

"Yes!"

After thinking for a while, Farah agreed to the price, and hung up the phone directly, while the male lion paced back and forth, and a thin black man walked in, and when he saw the male lion, he immediately came over: "Sir, how is it?" ”

"Farah has been contacted, the old immortal, who asked us for $200,000 to help us!"

After thinking for a while, the thin black man shook his head: "It's not enough! ”

"Matilla, what do you mean? Is there not enough money? ”

Matila nodded: "If you just add Farah, it will definitely not be enough, the support that Farah can give us is limited, and the combat effectiveness of their soldiers is not much different from ours, we need mercenaries!" ”

"Mercenaries?"

"Yes, we need mercenaries to take out those damn mercenaries, they are professionally trained, they are powerful, they bring their own weapons, as long as they are paid, they will do anything!"

Hearing Marati's words, the lion's eyes lit up and he took a few steps in place: "It seems to make sense for you to say that, but the price of this group of mercenaries shouldn't be cheap, right?" I don't have that much money! ”

The male lion was a little cringe, he was very reluctant to spend money on such a thing, and whoever wanted him to spend ten dollars might be angry.

"Head, the price of mercenaries is not expensive, as far as I know, it only costs about two hundred dollars a day to hire a white mercenary, while Asian mercenaries are cheaper, Japanese mercenaries only need one hundred dollars a day, they bring their own weapons, we only need to provide some supplies!"

After hearing this price, the lion's eyes lit up, and he took Marati's hand: "Are you sure it's so cheap?" ”

"Yes, last year, I knew that Farah had hired a Japanese mercenary at a very low price!"

"Then I'll leave it to you, I'll hire a team of about a hundred people!" Speaking of this, the lion paused, a hundred mercenaries, a hundred dollars a day, is ten thousand dollars, this consumption is a bit large, so he immediately changed his words: "I need fifty Japanese mercenaries, elite Japanese mercenaries!" ”

"Okay, I'll get in touch!"

After Matila finished speaking, he immediately walked out and began to contact the mercenaries, fifty mercenaries, each of whom could draw ten dollars for himself, and if it took a long time, he could earn thousands of dollars.

"The guy who slammed the door is only fifty mercenaries!" Matila calculated and shook his head, his boss is good at everything, but he is too picky!